The Dam Below The Mill

The Springtime am a-comin’, and the dogwood soon will bloom,
With the blossoms ten times thicker than the green leaves are in June,
And if yer want some pleasure that I nominate divine,
Just git yer minnow bucket, and yer hook and pole and line,
And slip away some mornin’, when the weather’s bright and still,
And hang a four-pound jumper at the dam below the mill!

There are lots of other pleasures in the old world here below,
And a mighty heap of happiness a feller ‘ll never know–
But never mind about ’em–just yer slip away and feel
That something so delectable that over yer will steal;
For it sets the pulses beatin’ with a magic kind of thrill
When yer hang a four-pound jumper at the dam below the mill!

When yer ‘gin to take the fever, and yer feel it comin’ on,
Why yer boun’ ter go a-fishin’, just as shore as yer born;
Then ye’d better git yer trapping’s in the proper kind o’ fix,
And go and hear the music when yer reel a-spinnin’ clicks;
For he rushes through the water at a pace that’s fit ter kill
When yer hang a four-pound jumper at the dam below the mill!